When I got out of the shower this morning, there was a (giant) pile of cheerios on the floor.
Me: Luke? Why are there cheerios everywhere?
Luke: Weston knocked them over.
Me:...Weston?
Luke: Uh-huh.
Me: How'd he manage that?
Luke: He walk, walk, walked over here and kicked them over. Then, he knocked the bathroom scale over with his booty. Then, he fell back down on his mat.
Me: Really?
Luke: Uh-huh. I told him to stop.
Wow. Blaming his baby brother AND making himself out to seem like an angel. This kid has talent.
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